I Blew Up My Boyfriends Phone Novels & Stories

And he had the audacity to laugh at me. “You’re so cute when you blush like that.” Why was my heart pounding so hard? I tried to calm myself down because I knew he could hear it. “Stop it.” I slid my phone towards him and he eyed it suspiciously. “Give me your number. No one could contact you all day. I wasted so much time—” “I wonder whose fault is that?” “What?” “You don’t remember destroying my phone last night?” “We—well... you destroyed mine first, so we’re even!”

The one holding the phone, in which they used in recording Mirabel and I, asked, " Should we upload this and call it siblings fake reconciliation?" They cackled, believing I was faking all that with Mirabel. And before their very eyes... "Hey Derek! What the hell man?!" I grabbed the phone and smashed it into pieces! Trampling on it with all my strength. My friends were stunned by my action, demanding to know why I would do such a thing. "That was my phone!" "What the hell?!" "What has come over you?!" "DAMN YOU GUYS!" I sparked, raising my voice. They gazed back in surprise, as I shouted and blamed them for what was happening.

It took me a ginormous amount of self control not to run my fist across his face and mop the floor with his face. “The latter,” I answer with a smile and reach for my pocket. “Now, if you please, I need this phone unlocked.” I placed the phone on the counter and looked around. No one else was in sight. The boy took the phone and gave it quite the scrutiny. “Slick. This is new. You steal it?” “No. It's my boyfriend's,” I replied. “Ex.” “Oh, you're one of those girls,” he offered me a sympathetic look. “Don't worry. It’s in the house. Cheating scumbags like him deserve to serve time.”

He picked up his broken phone and examined the damage. "I'll buy you a mobile store so stop acting like a cheesy girlfriend."I rolled my eyes on her antics. "You must learn some manners dude.It is my fifth phone which became the victim of your violent behavior."He made a cry face holding the completely trashed phone. "Take this and buy the most expensive phone of the world but dare you put this ugly face of yours again."I pointed my finger at him while handling him my platinum card. "Okay."He grinned grabbing it immediately."Now ger ready for your special date night with your soon to be wife."He winked and rushed out of my sight before the flying brass vase broke his thick skull.

But except for parties and special occasions, he didn't go there much. “Are you mad?” He gave me a half smile. “You destroyed my cell phone!” I said angrily. “No, you destroyed you phone by dropping it.” “And you threw it yards away.” “What's left of it, girl. If makes you happy, I'll buy you another phone.” He puffed out his chest. He really felt happy that he could say he could break cell phones and buy another one right away. “Of course. You are so rich that you can destroy phones and pay for them.”

wrapped us up, I should too. So I did something I knew I'd regret sooner than I could wink. I stood up, took out a heavy spanner and smashed my phone. Two should play tango, right? He can't reach me anymore. But neither could I.

I send back. "Please baby, don't do this, I didn't lie to you. I can't talk right now, but I will see you tomorrow. I promise we will talk then." He says. "NO!" I reply then launch my phone against the wall. My phone burst into pieces. I go to the bedroom and cry until morning. I don't know exactly what time I dozed off but when I woke up the sun was up, the kids were at school, and I had a migraine the size of Texas. I look on my night stand to find a bottle of water, some ibuprofen and my phone put back together and placed on silent. I grab the water and take the ibuprofen. I grab my phone and call my mom.

I instinctively looked back again. “And why’s your eyes bloodshot?” He asked. “You better take your junkie ass out of here before I call the cops.” “Dude, can you just help me?” I pleaded, tears falling. “Please.” “Are you a junkie?” He insisted. I shook my head. “No.” My voice cracked. “I just... I caught my boyfriend with my best friend, okay?” The words flew out before I could stop them. “I took his car and left my phone behind and now I need to call my brother.”

“Not anymore. I destroyed his phone and made sure of it.” A vague memory filled my head from freshman year, near the beginning of my relationship with Topher. He’d had to purchase a new phone because his had been smashed. He’d said he’d accidentally run it over with his car. And he’d also had a black eye at that time, which he’d told me he’d gotten during football practice. But now… Now I knew it had all been Wick. Wick had hit Topher and given him a black eye for what he’d done to me. Wick had destroyed Topher’s phone because of what he’d recorded of me.

Abruptly, my shoulder clashes into something hard, " Ouch! '' I rub my hand on my shoulder and slant my gaze at him. He's tall, broad shoulders, chiselled square jaw. He glares down at me with his dark green eyes. Immediately, he reminds me of Yuvaan. He's a teenage boy but muscular. There are two more boys with him. They aren't gymaholic like him. I try to keep myself calm. He snatches my phone from my hands. His friends chuckle behind him. He throws my phone on the sand. I bend low to pick it up. But he smashes it under the heel of his shoes. He does it again. My phone! Its screen breaks as several cracks are showing on it. They laugh rudely.